#nico's little giggles just aaaa-

[melis-writes]

Request —

everyone trying to get baby Emilia to say their name as her first word… Niccolò/Nico, Verona/Vera, Vincent/Vince, James/Jamie, Auntie Connie, Grandma, Uncle, Grandpa, Mama etc.

and it’s only when Michael joins them from his office after finishing with business, wondering what is going on that Emilia says her first word…

…Papa/Dada

* she is totally a daddy’s little girl and Michael is her fave, just like Verona, both his daughters adore him so much

Cute!! 😍🥰 First words from the little babies are always the most adorable! I’m living for Michael’s wholesome parenting with the babies. ✨🤗

“Come on, come on,” you giggle, holding little Emilia’s tiny hands in your hands. “It always sounds like she’s so close to saying something but can’t quite get it out.”

“Mama,” Carmela repeats softly, “maaamaaa, can you say ‘mama’?”

“Aaaa.” Emilia babbles to herself, clutching onto your hands. “Gaaaaaaa.”

“Every single one of our names is too much for her to repeat, I’ll tell you that.” Connie chuckles, sitting cross-legged on the carpet next to Emilia. “At least she’s got a grip on the letter ‘A’.”

“Honestly, I would be little more than spooked if she randomly blurted out ‘Victoria’ one day.” You laugh, kissing Emilia’s forehead. “How about your brother? Remember Niccolo? Nico? Nico, can you say ‘Nico’?”

“Oooooo.” Emilia blinks, growing distracted.

“Well, it was worth a try—” Carmela extends her hand out to Emilia only to hear her screeching.

“Mmmmmmgggggaaahhhhh!” Emilia flails her hands up and down, giggling.

“Oh no,” you laugh even harder, “I had a feeling she may take after James. We can’t all scream inside when we get excited, hmm? Daddy’s doing work in his office, sweetheart.” You grab Emilia’s attention, pointing down the hallway to Michael’s office.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaa!” Emilia shrieks out in excitement at the word ‘dada’, thinking her father is about to come in.

“She’s definitely a daddy’s girl.” Connie grins, giving Emilia’s cheek a gentle pinch. “Who else do you see get that excited for Michael besides when Verona was little?”

“Me.” You point out, causing Connie and Carmela to burst out laughing. “What? It’s true!”

“What’s going on here, hmm?” Michael’s voice breaks out from down the corridor as he approaches the living room, leaning against the doorway.

“DADA!” Emilia bubbles, pointing at her father.

“Oh, wow. Really?!” You exclaim, watching Emilia crawl on her little chubby legs over to her father.

“I knew it.” Carmela smiles to herself, “dada is her first word after all.”

“But I’m not surprised.” Connie sighs dramatically. “Look at the little lady go.”

“Dadaaaaa!” Emilia plops down in front of Michael, looking up at him.

“Hi, my beautiful girl.” Michael chuckles, leaning down and scooping her up in his arms. “Was everyone trying to get you to speak today?”

“Aaaaaaaa.” Emilia continues babbling to herself, but the look in her eyes that she gives her father is filled with so much excitement and admiration that it only continues to prove Connie’s point right again and again.

“She’s a daddy’s girl, isn’t she?” You blush, looking at Michael. “I think you’re her favourite.”

“Yeah?” Michael bounces Emilia in his arms. “Make no mistake about it, she’s going to be just as spoiled as her older sister—”

“Dada!” Emilia buries her face into her father’s shoulder, hugging him as tightly as she can with her tiny hands.

You rise to your feet, unable to wipe the beaming smile off of your face as you approach your husband and daughter. “Oh, I think she’ll definitely remind you a thing or two about that.”

[brainstorm-love-bot]

Hi!!! I'm so happy you're writing again! Can I request Helex reacting to his human s/o wearing a really fancy outfit? Thank you so much!

AAAA!! I LOVE YOU NICO!! I HOPE I DO UR MAN JUSTICE!!

Helex doesn’t really understand why humans need to get gussied up. What’s the big deal? You don’t go anywhere. You live on a ship filled with giant murderous robots. What’s the point? I mean, Tarn kind of does what you’re doing. He hogs the oil bath from time to time. But this way more than that. There were lotions and fancy face creams. Once again, he didn’t understand.

“You done in there, Fleshie? It’s been years!” He joked, crossing his arms. Not his little ones, his big ones. You used to hate his smaller servos because he could pluck you up whenever he wanted even if he was preoccupied with something else in his servos. Now, you kind of like it. Getting a bit curious, he took one of the lotions and smelled it and almost gagged. He immediately regretted it and put it back where it was sitting on the small table without crushing it, surprisingly.

“I’ll be out in a second!” You called from the other room. You were just straightening out your dress/suit with a smile. You fastened your shoes with a small smile laced across your face. You’ve been in kind of a slump for a long while. You wouldn’t get out of bed, and wouldn’t shower. It’s time you changed that. This is a big step, you thought. You then straightened out your hair, and one last spray of perfume/cologne and you grinned once again, admiring yourself. You inhaled a big breath of the air, and started walking out.

“About time—Oh.”

“Is-Is that a bad ‘oh’?”

“Well, uh…hm.”

You let out a giggle, seeing the scene. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Helex was flustered! This big giant scary, well, definitely not scary to you, robot was blushing and you were the cause of it. You couldn’t help but continue to giggle seeing the pinkish-red lines under his optics turn brighter. You didn’t even know he could do that. “I guess I should do this more often.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Oh come on, you like it!”